Alistair Dubois

Ooooo. You did do something scandalous in the alleyways. Naughty boy. Eh. I'm just teasing about how old you are. I get it. You know what Grindr and memes are.

I could be both but I am, like, 98 percent sexy. Thank you.

I mean now I gotta know, did you keep the CCTV tape? Seems like a fun memento.

Mr Alistair Smythe. Uncle Alistair  Smythe . Kind of works, honestly. Why? You think the classroom is a bad idea? You'd think a place like this would have some kinky sex den around or something. At least a sauna to hook up in. I mean you could say Hi to your brand new roommate while taking the best dick in the Upper East Side. Would at least be a hell of a meet-cute. I don't know- am I teasing?

Eh. You should have told me. Could have dumped a load down your throat while he was in the next room. Scandalous. Ooo. He was jealous. Jealous. Aw. Am I your favorite nephew? Now that's what you should call me if you're bent over at some point.

We  could  slip  away  for  a  weekend,  it's  not  like  they  can  really  stop  us.  You're  right  about  the  classes  though.  Some  of  them  look  as  if  they  have  promise  but  I  was  disappointed  in  the  overall  selection  as  well.  There  was  hardly  any  dominant  young  studs  putting  you  in  your  place  elements  in  what  they  had  to  offer,  but  plenty  of  courses  involving  our  feelings. 

Yes,  you're  very  charming  nephew,  but  don't  you  think  mentioning  your  finances  only  further  perpetuates  those  preconceived  notions  about  the  wealthy  elite?  I'm  really  not  sure  what  I'm  correcting  you  for,  though.  It's  clearly  worked  well  enough  in  your  favor,  and  got  my  attention  as  well.  As  far  as  your  father  is  concerned,  I  know  you  know  how  to  handle  him  but  you  don't  have  to  brave  it  on  your  own  if  you  don't  want  to.  I'm  in  your  corner,  always,  and  I  don't  mind  adding  to  the  tension  already  lingering  between  your  father  and  I  by  calling  him  off  of  you.  He's  too  hard  on  you. 

I've  done  worse  in  alleyways,  I'll  have  you  know.  I  could  tell  you  plenty  of  stories  and  as  much  as  I  would  like  to  use  them  to  argue  that  I'm  not  that  old,  you  brought  up  memes  which  is  where  my  age  truly  shows.  I  just  don't  get  them.  At  all.  Any  of  them.

If  we're  breaking  it  down  I  would  say  70%  sexy,  20%  cute,  and  a  good  10%  classically  handsome;  but  what  do  I  know?

It  wasn't  as  good  a  video  as  you  might  be  hoping,  you  don't  really  get  to  see  anything  too  damning  despite  how  damn  good  his  is,  but  yes.  I  have  a  copy  of  the  video. 

Fuck  I  need  to  hear  him  say  that  to  me  in  person.  They  do  have  a  sauna,  and  playrooms  here  as  part  of  the  facilities  open  for  us  to  use,  but  breaking  into  a  classroom  would  work  just  as  well.  It  might  even  add  a  bit  more  of  a  thrill  seeing  as  we  could  get  in  trouble  if  we  get  caught.  I  doubt  I'd  even  be  able  to  manage  a  hello  to  my  roommate,  you'd  have  to  do  the  talking  for  me,  but  unfortunately  for  us  and  that  little  scenario  of  yours,  you  aren't  permitted  into  my  dormitories--  not  that  rules  have  ever  really  stopped  either  of  us  before.  You're  making  it  very  hard  for  me  to  think  clearly  right  now  and  make  sense  of  this.

You  might  as  well  have,  he  accused  you  of  that  often  and  worse.  Whenever  he  found  out  I  was  spending  time  with  your,  or  anyone  in  the  family,  he  always  came  up  with  the  most  outlandish  ideas  of  what  I  was  doing  with  you.  I  think,  there  at  the  end,  he  was  so  jealous  of  you  he  loathed  you.  It  was  embarrassing.  I  had  to  explain  to  our  neighbors  once  that  he  was  just  emotional,  and  a  bit  of  a  drunk,  just  to  get  them  to  stop  eyeing  us  strangely  because  he  yelled--  in  front  of  them--  that  he  was  tired  of  getting  my  prized  nephews  sloppy  seconds.  He  could  be  so  loud  when  he  was  frustrated.  I'm  glad  to  be  rid  of  him;  and  I'll  save  answering  whether  you  are  my  favorite  nephew  or  not  for  when,  if,  you  ever  get  me  bent  over  for  you  at  some  point.

Buying  the  school  could  be  an  interesting  play,  we'll  see  what  happens.

In my experience, submissive comes in many different forms. I think if you enjoy being called a dirty little slut enough to get sent into sub-space works. Then hey, why not enjoy that.

Though I could call you way more depraved things than that.

One  of  these  days  you're  going  to  be  the  death  of  me,  I  just  know  it.

If  I'm  being  honest  with  you,  I  tend  to  prefer  the  degradation  side  of  things.  I've  never  been  that  moved  or  turned  on  by  praise  or  words  of  affirmation  but  maybe  that  is  something  I  will  learn  to  like  while  we  are  here;  but  I  would  much  prefer  being  called  things  like  a  dirty  little  slut,  and  treated  accordingly.

How  depraved?

You're  right,  that  is  what  the  assignment  was  about.  Now  I  just  need  to  find  someone  to  experience  an  actual  scene  with  rather  than  just  talking  about  it.

I mean, it could be fun to hear you call yourself a dirty little slut. Honestly, if it were up to me. I'd make you wear a cock ring and keep you aching hard the whole time. Torture ya a little.

I  hate  to  say  this  but  I  like  the  way  your  mind  works.  You're  definitely  making  this  assignment  seem  more  appealing.

I'm  not  sure  I've  earned  being  called  a  good  boy  yet,  dirty  little  slut  feels  more  appropriate,  but  yes.  Shouldn't  that  be  what  I  want,  given  where  we  are? 

minho  had  lasted  exactly  three  days  before  he  found  the  warbler  theater.  in  his  defense  though?  that  was  practically  a  record  since  he's  been  in  either  a  theater  or  a  studio  since  he  was  close  to  seven  years  old.  he'd  spent  the  better  part  of  the  last  hour  alone  on  the  stage  with  music  playing  from  his  phone,  running  through  choreography  that  muscle  memory  refused  to  let  him  forget.  by  now,  his  shirt  had  been  abandoned  somewhere  near  the  edge  of  the  stage  and  sweat  had  his  hair  sticking  to  his  forehead,  but  minho  still  stopped  the  song  halfway  through  when  he  caught  movement  somewhere  beyond  the  stage  lights.  the  silouette  of  someone  moving  along  the  room.  “you  know,  most  people  clap  when  they  finish  watching  someone  perform,”  he  called  out  while  he  was  slightly  breathless,  reaching  for  his  water  bottle.  “it's  considered  polite.  if  you're  going  to  be  a  creepy  perv,  might  as  well  be  polite  about  it.”  he  teases  with  a  smirk.

“Is  that  so?”  Alistair  hadn't  intentionally  interrupted  the  other  man's  private  performance,  though  he  hardly  thought  simply  walking  into  the  room  should  count  for  an  interruption.  He  had  been  exploring  the  campus  and  getting  a  lay  for  the  land  now  that  he  was  done  with  his  classes  for  the  day  and  had  simply  wandered  into  the  room,  curious  to  see  what  the  space  was  like,  only  to  find  the  other  on  the  stage.

“I  think  it  was  more  of  a  I  just  innocently  entered  the  room  and  was  suddenly  accused  of  being  a  perv  stare,”  he  answered  back  with  a  soft,  teasing  smile  as  he  made  his  way  further  into  the  room.  Taking  off  his  sunglasses,  and  hooking  them  in  the  collar  of  his  shirt,  he  gave  the  younger  man  a  quick  once  over  before  settling  to  lean  against  one  of  the  folded  theater  seats;  his  arms  crossing  over  his  chest.  “Usually  people  are  allowed  to  actually  hear  the  performance  before  they  are  expected  to  clap.  As  much  as  I  would  like  to  stroke  your  ego,  I  unfortunately  caught  the  tail  end  of  what  you  were  doing  so  I  don't  think  there  is  much  I  can  compliment  you  for  unless  you  want  to  give  it  another  whirl.  Performing  for  one  person  might  be  better  practice,  or  whatever  it  is  your  doing,  than  an  empty  theater.”

Is  that  so?

In  that  scenario,  then,  would  you  be  the  one  with  me?  Would  you  be  giving  me  words  of  affirmation  to  repeat  or  degradtion?  Or  doing  something  else  altogether?

Aw. You gonna tell me stories about some time you were throat fucked in an alley or something?

Pft. I'm sexy. Not cute.

Yeah. Well, that's what I've been saying since that situation-ship with Hummel ended. What he expected and what I could give were two very, very different things. Eh. You're right. There's every chance if we'd tried to do the proper thing, he'd end up hating me anyway and we'd be in some court office getting the claim dissolved. Aw. Buddy. I could always pretend you're my full-blooded uncle if it makes it hotter for you. Pretend you're Father's brother or something. Let you try out that family name for a spin. Let you enjoy the power fantasy of it for a hot moment or two. I mean, I bet we could steal one of the empty classrooms if we're really feeling bold about it. Somehow I doubt either of our roomates would be thrilled if we used that room.

Oh shit, you moaned my name? I knew there was a Christmas when Uncle Remy was giving me the cold fucking shoulder. You missing a young thick dick or something? Heh. I'm honored I could join you in bed mid-fuck, always nice to know I'm on someone's mind.

That  idea  alone  has  me  missing  my  summer  home  in  Paris,  so  thank  you  for  that.  I'm  sure  this  place  will  wind  up  being  just  as  wild  as  that  fancy  upstate  claiming  center  you're  talking  about.  Some  still  seem  to  be  acclimating  themselves  to  being  here  and  figuring  out  what  they  are  allowed  to  do.  Even  with  that,  though,  you  seem  to  be  managing  to  charm  some  of  them  right  out  the  gate  already.  Not  that  I'm  surprised.  If  your  father  does  ask  me  for  updates,  do  you  want  me  to  tell  you  or  do  you  want  me  to  just  handle  that  on  my  own?  Speaking  of  your  father,  I'm  not  trying  to  lend  myself  to  his  usual  ranting  about  you  Smythes  and  the  high  caliber  of  the  families  name.  He's  much  better  at  those  speeches  than  I  am,  I'm  simply  trying  to  say  you,  yourself,  don't  need  to  bother  with  making  a  list  of  your  qualities  like  some  of  these  other's  do.  You  don't  need  the  help,  you  are  plenty  enticing  on  your  own  without  it.

I  thought  I  paid  to  have  that  story  buried  so  I'm  not  sure  how  you  heard  about  it,  but  no.  That's  not  exactly  what  I  meant.  I  was  more  so  saying  that  I'm  not  completely  out  of  the  loop.

You  do  know  you  can  be  both  right?

Right,  and  trust  me  that  route  is  hardly  any  fun  though  if  you  ever  do  find  yourself  in  that  position  down  the  line  let  me  know.  I  have  an  amazing  lawyer  I  can  send  your  way,  just  don't  do  what  I  did  and  sleep  with  him  in  a  parking  garage  where  it's  captured  on  CCTV. 

Alistair  Smythe  does  have  a  nice  ring  to  it.  I'm  glad  my  roommate  isn't  around  or  I  might  have  to  explain  why  I'm  so  hard  right  now.  Are  you  actually  suggesting  we  break  into  a  classroom  or  are  is  this  still  part  of  the  teasing?  I  haven't  even  met  my  roommate  yet,  but  that  could  make  for  an  interesting  first  introduction.

I  remember  that  Christmas.  That  would  make  sense  too,  that  was  practically  right  after  it  happened.  He  spent  the  next  year  making  snide  comments  to  me  about  how  sorry  he  is  he  can't  be  like  my  favorite  nephew.  I  should  have  told  him  that,  that  I  was  just  missing  some  young  thick  dick,  especially  because  you  aren't  wrong.  I'm  sure  he  would  have  loved  to  hear  that!  Might  have  helped  us  get  separated  faster!  Next  time.

Exactly,  though  a  scandal  or  two  while  we're  here  wouldn't  be  the  worst  either.  Might  as  well  give  his  staff  a  reason  to  be  on  the  payroll.

You have been out of the game for hot moment, have you heard of grindr even?

Is it though?

He got tired of dancing with the devil and wanted someone respectable to bring home to his dear old sick dad. Which apparently was not someone he met in the backrooms of some horny club. Which, honestly, I kind of get, but hey, there it is. Since I have no morals and I'm depraved as hell. Of course you- I suppose I didn't think about the consequences of you suddenly being single. You really should have found a way to take the Smythe name. Would have help ya. I mean yeah- though in my little fantasy, you're bent over the kitchen counter and getting deep dicked while you're calling me Nephew. Really leaning into the whole taboo aspect of it. And complimenting my dick- so hey, it's a multi-layred experience. Though it made a few thanksgivings very hard to get through.

Don't  worry,  I  don't  plan  on  getting  a  home  here  and  making  things  that  official  but  I'm  sure  there  will  be  something  down  the  line  to  make  this  place  worth  being  here;  other  than  having  you  here.  I'm  going  to  ignore  the  comment  about  me  being  a  spy  for  your  father  because  you  know  I  would  never  actually  do  that  to  you.  It  would  make  me  too  much  of  a  hypocrite.  You  know,  I  saw  that  little  post  and  it  worked  for  Ross  Berry.  Some  people  need  to commodify  themselves  to  help  garner  attention,  but  you  are  not  some  people.

You  know,  I  was  a  little  younger  than  you  are  now  when  Grindr  was  first  introduced.  I'd  argue  I  know  it  better  than  you  do.

Yes.  You're  cute,  among  other  things.

That  just  further  proves  to  me  that  he  wasn't  the  right  fit  for  you.  If  he  was  none  of  that  should  have  mattered.  You  are  not  a  common-place  man  and  you  deserve  someone  that  wants  to  and  can  dance  with  the  devil.  Someone  that  can  appreciate  you  and  your  tastes.  Honestly,  I  think  it  worked  out  for  the  best  for  the  both  of  you  otherwise  you  two  could  have  wound  up  like  my  ex  and  I.  Miserable  until  it  finally  just  drives  you  mad.  Trust  me,  I  have  spent  plenty  of  time  fantasizing  about  being  a  proper  Smythe  but  unfortunately  that's  not  in  the  cards  for  me--  but  I'd  rather  talk  about  this  little  fantasy  of  yours  more.  I'm  sure  they  have  a  kitchen  counter,  or  something  similar,  we  could  use  around  here  for  you  to  update  that  little  fantasy  with.  It's  funny,  joking  like  this  helps  put  why  my  ex  didn't  like  when  I  was  around  you  into  perspective  a  bit.  He  always  seemed  jealous  of  you  for  some  reason  and  I  thought  it  was  because  I  accidentally  moaned  your  name  while  I  was  with  him  once.  I'm  starting  to  think  that  might  not  have  been  all  of  it.

Right,  and  I  think  your  father  will  be  thankful  of  that  as  well.  Less  for  him  and  his  staff  to  clean  up.

A little bit of both. Besides, all of that information is better than some dull speech about my likes and dislikes; at least it gets to the point.

Oh, my game is perfection, Uncle. I'll be sure to show you sometime if you're real good.

Cute? That's just hurtful.

The Hummel Boy and I had something of a diverting paths, which mostly resulted in him hating me for reasons I will never fully understand.

Why are you here, exactly? Obviously not here to finally give into your deep, utter lust for your nephew.

Ohio  clearly  has  it's  charms.  I  haven't  figured  out  what,  exactly,  they  are  yet  but  knowing  you're  here  is  definitely  helping  me  settle  with  staying.  As  much  as  I  want  to  agree  with  you,  because  treats  can  be  nice,  personally  I  don't  think  you  need  to  peacock  yourself  like  that,  you  are  plenty  alluring  without  having  to  mention  money  and  familial  connections.  Don't  sell  yourself  short. 

Is  that  how  things  work  now?  Getting  straight  to  the  point  rather  than  bothering  with  nuance  and  some  build  up?  Clearly  I  have  a  lot  to  catch  up  on.

Hurtful,  but  true.

That's  a  shame  Sebastian.  He  was  nice,  I'm  sorry  things  didn't  work  out  for  you  but  that  just  means  he  wasn't  the  right  fit  and  now  you  have  the  space  to  find  someone  better.  Someone  who  deserves  you.  I  would  have  said  I'm  here  for  the  same  reason,  to  find  the  right  person  for  myself,  but  I'll  be  nice  and  let  you  think  I  only  came  here  because  of  you  and,  as  you  put  it,  my  deep,  utter  lust  for  you.  I  can't  deny  it  anymore,  I  need  you  to  use  me  like  one  of  your  boys--  is  that  what  I'm  supposed  to  say  now  in  this  little  fantasy  of  yours?

My  divorce  finalized  as  of  a  week  ago.  It's  almost  funny.  Now  that  it's  finally  over  there  are  shockingly  no  more  press  following  me  around  and  shoving  their  things  in  my  face.  It's  almost  lonely.

I suppose I should make myself known on this little thing. I'm Sebastian Smythe, the switch with a heart of gold and a dick you'd fall in love with. What can I say about myself that might save us all from a few boring questions? Before all this nonsense, I was a lawyer at one of the top firms in the entire country specializing in corporate law. I'm only a few years into that, so I may change out if I find something more entertaining. Anyone who's into politics might know my last name from the current State's Attorney of New York, since my father can never stay away from a camera. I own a black amex card, and I'm happy to use it on you if you have a decent Grindr profile pic.

What else...

Right. I'm here because my parents think it's time I settled down with some nice little claim that they can brag to the grandparents about.

Mostly, I'm here for a bit of fun and to see if this school can actually have anything worth teaching.

So. Don't be shy.

I don't bite unless you're into it.

I  wouldn't  mind  you  finding  a  nice  little  claim,  as  you  so  eloquently  put  it,  myself  but  do  you  really  think  this  is  the  way  to  go  about  that?  Name  dropping  your  father,  my  brother-in-law,  and  his  political  position  as  if  you're  trying  to  get  past  night  club  security;  flirting  with  the  fact  you  have  a  black  amex  card  you  like  spending  on  your  distractions;  and  vaguely  hinting  at  your  personal  finances again  with  the  mention  of  your  job? 

Is  that  normally  how  you  go  about  finding  your  paramours  or  are  you  just  teasing  the  rest  of  the  people  here  by  dangling  something  in  their  faces  they  will  never  be  able  to  get  their  hands  on?

I  wouldn't  say  I'm  disappointed  but  I  thought  you  had  better  game  than  that.

I  do  like  the  tease  about  biting  though.  It's  cute.

How  have  you  been? What  happened  to  that  Hummel  boy  of  yours?